November 26th
We've already tried
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"Any chance we can just get him outside for some fresh air?" Peter asked.
Susan sighed. "We've already tried," She said, nodding to Lucy who was stood beside her. "He won't leave his bed - reckon he's really ill this time, he does have quite a high temperature."
Peter ran a hand through his hair. "What do we do?" He asked. "Mum's not gonna be back until late."
"We can look after him Peter don't panic." Susan said gently. "Now come on, what does Mum usually do for us when we're sick?"
"Soup, lots of blankets - she reads to me." Lucy said with a small smile.
Peter smiled softly at his little sister, "I think Edmund would roll his eyes if we tried reading to him." He chuckled.
Lucy looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'd read him his favourite book." She said firmly.
Peter ruffled her hair.
"I'll get some food for him," Susan breathed. "Peter, you go in there and see if you can get him to even say a word."
Peter nodded, heading into the bedroom he shared with his brother, finding Edmund curled up in bed, eyes open and staring blankly at the wall.
"Ed?" He asked quietly, wandering over.
Edmund looked at him, sighing, but he didn't say anything.
"How you feeling?" Peter asked, sitting on the edge of his bed.
Edmund stared at him for ages and ages, before he swallowed hard. "Sick." He whispered.
"In what way?" Peter nodded.
Edmund pulled the blanket tighter around him, and Peter got the hint, grabbing the duvet from his own bed and bringing it over for his younger brother, who seemed glad of the added warmth.
"Anything else?"
"I'm dizzy," Edmund croaked out. "My head hurts, it's like the world is tipping back and forth."
Peter sighed. "You'll be alright," He said. "A couple days rest and you'll be right as rain yeah?"
"When's mum gonna be home?" Edmund asked quietly.
Peter hesitated. "Not for a little while," He mumbled, and at Edmunds upset look he shook his head. "But we'll look after you, don't worry."
Edmund chuckled weakly. "Thanks."
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